Travelled down to Hualien to visit Taroko National Park. I was still ill but determined to go since it was the sole reason I was there. In my fuzzy sick state I didn’t realise I had booked a solid hike and the temperature never dropped beneath 28c, but there were moments of perfection on the way up. Greeting the mountains when you’re at their height is a feeling I’ll never get used to.
I fell ill just before I left for Taiwan so most of my time in Taipei was spent coughing in a daze. Things I saw and loved: dogs, queer gfs showing me around, mountains, 20th century architecture on Dihua Street, night food markets, repurposed old factories, a socially liberal Asian city.
Kuala Lumpur was built on a swamp. It scrubs up well if you don’t look too closely.
Sleeping dogs, smothered by oppressive heat. Oppressive inequality. Dreams of a bigger life, prayers for the next.
My father’s first home. Stray but well-fed cats, fishermen hawking their catches by the side of houses, Chinese seafood restaurants with unbeatable sea views.